Guest author: Cynthia A. Morgan ~ Miséricorde… a new book

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Miséricorde

Book One of The Mercy Series

It is the year 2446. The first three Horsemen of Revelation’s Apocalypse have ridden. The first Horsemen, Pestilence, War and Famine, have shifted world-wide cultures and governments from technologically advanced civilizations to dictatorships that are ruled with an iron-fist. Social structures have returned to what they were during the Middle Ages and commoners have very few rights.  Liberty is a distant memory.

Before the final Horseman, Death, is released to ride, the Archangel of Mercy makes a bold plea. Tzadkiel cannot believe that mankind has forgotten what it means to be merciful. He asks to be allowed to search for even just one human who remembers. 100 years are granted, but at the end of that time the Archangel will be required to release the final Horseman. Releasing Death will conflict with everything the Archangel represents and be the hardest thing he has…

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Misericorde- A #Dystopian #Fantasy #Romance #NewRelease

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I’d like to share my new release with you.  I was calling this Angel of Mercy until about 2-3 months ago when this name was suggested instead..

Misericorde (This means Mercy in French)

Book One of The Mercy Series

It is the year 2446. The first three Horsemen of Revelation’s Apocalypse have ridden. The first Horsemen, Pestilence, War and Famine, have shifted world-wide cultures and governments from technologically advanced civilizations to dictatorships that are ruled with an iron-fist. Social structures have returned to what they were during the Middle Ages and commoners have very few rights.​Liberty is a distant memory.

Before the final Horseman, Death, is released to ride, the Archangel of Mercy makes a bold plea. Tzadkiel cannot believe that mankind has forgotten what it means to be merciful. He asks to be allowed to search for even just one human who remembers. 100 years are granted, but at the end of that time the Archangel will be required to release the final Horseman. Releasing Death will conflict with everything the Archangel represents and be the hardest thing he has ever done, but he must agree.​The Horseman must ride.

Tzadkiel takes human form and comes to earth. He finds that humanity is ruled by greed, hatred and fear.​Compassion and kindness are considered a detriment, but he does not give up hope. After 96 years his long search leads him to New France where he encounters Levesque, a cynical military captain who hates the world he lives in.​He blames God and any who serve Him for the calamities the world has suffered. When Levesque learns who Tzadkiel is, he takes revenge by imprisoning him and subjecting him to torture that would kill a human.

Tzadkiel, however, is not fully human. His life-force comes from the energy of the sun and can regenerate his body in hours. It is not entirely a blessing. After suffering Levesque’s torture for nearly a year, a young servant named Lourdes finds him. Through an act of selfless mercy she reveals her true nature and Tzadkiel knows she is the one he seeks, but somehow they must escape Levesque and the ruthless dictatorship he serves.

Time is running out.​He has waited nearly 100 years, but the Horseman Death is growing impatient. He wants to ride. Tzadkiel has located the priceless treasure he sacrificed so much to find, but now he must find some way of protecting her from the calamity the Final Horseman has unleashed.

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How do you feel your writing style differs from your previous work? What considerations should readers have while reading?
While Dark Fey was very much a Young Adult Fantasy, The Mercy Series has taken a slightly darker turn, landing somewhere between a PG-13 and an R-rating.​ I veered away from the poetic writing style I used in Dark Fey, making this series more conversational in its tone with darker, moderately graphic content.​ ​ It tells the story of a harsh new reality that exists on Earth with characters that are equally harsh.​​

What inspired you to go in this direction as an author?
I began this tale with the intent of writing a multi-dimensional story.​I hoped to share the story through the perspectives of several characters, rather than just one, and to provide the backstory not so much through expository prefaces or chapters, but as the plot progressed.​I sought to challenge myself to create something dark that could still be tender and emotive, with which readers could connect on many levels.​ ​

Does this book have a hidden message?​
It isn’t really all that well hidden.​ The story speaks about the courage to be kind in the face of cruelty.​To be compassionate without motive.​To show thankfulness through kindness and appreciate blessings through generosity.

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Misericorde on Amazon

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~Morgan ~

Deconstructive Literature – A Unique #Perspective on #Poetry and #Writing

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If you don’t already know him from the uniquely amazing poetry he posts on his blog, I’d like to introduce you to Braeden Michaels.  He is an American author and the creator of Deconstructive Literature. Within the whirlwind of his mind, he teases apart the human creature: emotions, passions, and perspectives. Dissects, then rearranged them for rare display. He is featured in “Static Dreams Volume 1 Anthology of Twisted Minds” with the short story “The Cancerous Affair.” He will also be featured in the upcoming poetry collection “The Poets Symphony.”
What, you may ask, is Deconstructive Literature?  I asked the same thing and this is what Braeden told me:
Deconstructive Literature is a poem with a pattern. The pattern used is for emphasize to bring out the meaning of the poem. Also more often I use abstract analogies or phrases in this type of writing to lure the reader to reflect personally.
The inspiration comes from types of poems such haikus and sonnets. I’m not a personal fan of those types of poems so I wanted to do something different and perhaps be a pioneer in the literary world.
Where do you find Inspiration, Braeden?
I seek inspiration from all over. I get them from images, lyrics, and stories. The process isn’t the same because I want it to be challenging and unique. Sometimes a title will come first.
What are you currently working on?
My work in progress is “Stella Walker’s Acquaintances.” This is collection of character poetry. This compilation is made up a people we all know – family, friends, and perhaps co-workers. Most of us have a few close friends and the rest are acquaintances. This body of work forces us to look at humanity a bit different.
The Raven’s Poison will be released April 25th. Pre-orders will be available. The book will be available on Lulu, Barnes and Nobles, Amazon and iBooks.
Here’s a taste of Braeden’s Poems:
And the Rain Turned into Snow
I glanced at my downfall in the acidic winter
She was as soft as the twinkling moonlight
I became irrelevant and indescribable
She was a reverent Queen of sympathy
I whispered into the breeze of photographs
She ignored my questions and messages
I dangled prudence in front of her audacious smile
And the rain turned into snow
I caught her elegance within her web of lies
She drifted like a fog in the early morning
I harbored her senses and dry intellect
She suspended truth like a balloon
I distinctly surrendered with a white flag
She dug her nails into my silence with spite
I fell into her callous and frostbitten hands
And the rain turned into snow
I placed my feet in the porcelain sand
She wrapped her insensitivity around my neck
I shrugged off her fatal resentment
She carefully arranged the fragments
I sat between the disposition and danger
She neglected the candle in the dark
And the rain turned into snow
The Raven’s Poison
Once upon a midnight fear
She took a sip of corrosion
Debilitating manners and quirks
Fumbling through a frenzy
Gliding inside hallucinations
Staggering outside the commotions
A recollection of mourning
Stern exchanges melting
Comments and remarks growl
Sentiments dressed in black
Treasures whispering hush
Ripping dead skin with caution
Crumbling faith turns into dirt
A recollection of mourning
Hunger flexing with animosity
Greed panting with saliva
In holy matrimony with the raven
She tasted the hollow bitterness
Numb and disgusted by the poison
Infuriated with the toxic rants
A recollection of mourning
Provoked by exasperation
Anxiety wrapped around her neck
Choking on sour corruption
Addicted to the murmurs
Inhaling the virulent winds
Wounded by a malicious tongue
A recollection of mourning
A catastrophic touch bellowed
Infatuation hung as a disaster
Benevolence was a chewed up dog bone
Loneliness exhaled rapidly
Sympathy was a an old rag
Love was just mucus from a cough
A recollection of mourning
Please stop by Braedens Blog and say Hi
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Thank you so much Braeden for sharing your unique perspective on poetry with BnV 🙂  Cant wait for the Book!
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Are you a writer/Poet who has a unique perspective on writing or inspiration?  Care to share your story?  Contact me via my contact page for opportunities 🙂

Dare to Love – #Meditations for #ChallengingTimes- #COVID-19

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Dark Alley

When all the world is closing in and fear and doubt hang like rhapsody in enigmatic terror, life becomes a whirlwind that can easily lead you, twisting and turning, down the wrong alleyways; stumbling into darkness even before realizing. Labyrinth of confusion; darkness leading into darkness, grasping and pulling at your legs, tripping you, entwining you, making you stumble, making you fall. Uncertainty follows close on confusion’s heels, making each step more baffling than the last, as you try to see in the dimness, seeking a way out, but paradoxical conundrum leads down unfamiliar avenues and before you realize your mistake, you find yourself entirely lost.

Alone in the murk of restive passages and upon unhallowed ground, you creep in bitter incongruity; as the enemy closes in on all sides, taunting. Two choices face you blatantly: Hide yourself in the unsavory undergrowth or call out for Love. Villains clamor on both sides, seeking exploitation of rash imprudence, derision sharp and caustic, yet tempting intrepidity calls from the shadowy wilderness, luring your brazen boldness until you follow.

Lavish wonders, full of blasphemy; delicious alchemy, wrought with irreverence, toying with your immortal spirit, tattering robes of golden silk spun for you alone as deception breathes contagion. Willing transgression, mortal suffering breeds contempt and blame worse than any torture, more bitter than arsenic. Worthless, reckless, piteous fool; unfit, ungrateful, and filled with greed!

O listen not to your own accusing! Filled with deceit your condemnation is, standing against Love’s every desire to Draw you close, to Lift you up out of the pit of despair into which you’ve fallen.  Your fear and guilt blocks every Blessing Love longs to Bestow.

Turn not aside from Love in sorrow or in guilt. Look not into the darkness seeking sanctuary when Love stands waiting to Hold you and to Restore you. This may seem like blighted perplexity seeking to tarnish thought and cloud sight; yet in your sorrow, lift your head and see Love waiting ever near.  No change is required; no costly alteration is needed, for Love has already Given All that is necessary.

Allow your heart to Love and your soul to sigh with peace.   Walk beside Love, giving of yourself through honesty and integrity and you shall find Blessings and Bounty reserved for you alone.

Streaming Morning Light

~Morgan~
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Dark Alley Photograph found at: http://www.jenningsbigay.com
Streaming Light Photograph found at: http://www.raysmarketplace.com

Music’s Mystery – #Music Inspired #Musings

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I’ve heard it said that only human beings have been given the gift of music; that only people create songs, sing and serenade their souls with this most magical and uplifting form of communication and communion. Yet, should we not consider the song of the lark? The haunting ballads of the whales? The mournful call of the wolf? The robin’s lyrical laugh at dawn and dusk? The crickets that serenade the nighttide? The burbles of monkeys swaying in the trees? The laughing of the hyena?

Who is to say that in their melodic tunes, caterwauls, howls, wails, and other worldly vocalizations there is not some measure of music. Why should we be the only ones to sing praise, to croon our love, and to bewail our distress? How can we know, in truth, in honesty, that the deliberate scree of the hawk, the piercing bugle of the elk, the chattering of raccoon and ferret, and the murmurings of infrasonic elephant calls is not music to their ears?

Music is a form of communication that lifts the soul, expresses emotion, and brings one being into contact with another being. If this is, indeed, the definition of music (of which it is a form) then can that being not be one other than human? Does not one wolf join another when it sings? Does not the whale song change season to season and year to year, picked up by another whale to be carried on? Does not one roaring lion inspire the entire pride by its lusty cry?

Consider what the morning would sound like without the sweet music of the birds. Contemplate what the summer night might be when not a single chirrup, trill, drone or buzz lilted through the air. Ponder how deep and lonely the oceans would be without the drifting, breathtaking songs of the whales. Can you even imagine a mountain landscape without hearing the echoing howl of a wolf or the bubbling laugh of the loon?

If these sounds, that can captivate us and uplift our thoughts, our hearts and even our souls, are not music and do not do the same for all those who hear them, regardless of race, than perhaps, we must follow that course of logic and say that cave paintings are not art, tap is not dance, improvisation is not acting and free verse is not poetry.

Or perhaps, Music Teaches the Soul what the Heart Feels and Guides the Heart with what only the Soul can Truly Know.

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~Morgan~

Symphony – The #Magic and #Mystery of #Music

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Serenade

For Katelyn and Laura….

Rush to my Heart So I May Listen
As the Moment Sweetly Unfolds;
Play Upon my Dearest Notions,
In Swells and Sighs, Like Fens and Wolds.

Stir my Senses, Lyric Melody,
Glory to my Attentive ear;
Symphonic Mastery, Ply Thy Magic,
To my eye Bring Joyous Tears.

Uplifting Serenade of Beauty,
Like a Dove O’re All is Flying;
Splendor Rides Upon Thy Wing,
While I Stand, Entranced and Sighing.

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For the Soul is Music itself.

These Beautifully stirring and thought-provoking words were written by an inspiring fellow blogger (Ihsan at http://www.iithinks.wordpress.com). When I read them I was instantly swept away by their immensity and connotation.
How I Cherish this thought, that the Soul within each one of us is Music. How exceedingly lovely to think of the Soul as Melody, Harmony, Rhythm, Breath, Song, and Sweetly Symphonic Sound.

Imagine, if you will, Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, Handel, or the like, coming directly to you with the express Purpose of sharing their masterpieces with you and you alone, asking only that you should enjoy the sounds, the sensations, the beauty of that playing so they might find Joy in that sweet Harmonious Union. Imagine sitting in the same room, listening in rapt silence, opening yourself to the Artful Majesty and Inexpressible Mystery of their most stunning orchestrations, allowing yourself to be swept away by the emotion and passion that Transcends Time with each and every note.

Yes, I’ve done that once or twice, and I’m sure you have done as well, if not one of those perhaps Chopin, Debussy, Rachmaninoff, (Depeche Mode?) Yes even modern music has the ability to capture us, transport us, to instill in us whatever emotion it intends. Music is one of the most powerful mysteries Mankind has ever known.

To digress for the briefest moment, one of my favourite movies, Immortal Beloved, expresses this mystery so poignantly. It is the story of Beethoven, his life, his loves, his music. In it, he briefly discusses the power of music with a fellow musician.

Ludwig van Beethoven: [in reference to “Violin Sonata in A Major, Op. 47” – “Kreutzer”… ] “Do you like it?
Anton Felix Schindler: Shh!
Ludwig van Beethoven: I cannot hear them, but I know they are making a hash of it. What do you think? Music is… a dreadful thing. What is it? I don’t understand it. What does it mean?
Anton Felix Schindler: It – it exalts the soul.
Ludwig van Beethoven: Utter nonsense. If you hear a marching band, is your soul exalted? No, you march. If you hear a waltz, you dance. If you hear a mass, you take communion. It is the power of music to carry one directly into the mental state of the composer. The listener has no choice. It is like hypnotism.”

This power to connect directly to the Spirit must come from the Spirit itself, from the One who created the Spirit.  Can there be any other conclusion? All creatures, whether human or animal, understands the intricacies of music and we all surround ourselves with elaborate, stirring, glorious (or not) sounds.  It must be because the Spirit itself yearns for that Sweet Communion. Communication between Divine Spirit and Created Spirit, crossing the barriers of Space, of Time, of Existence and Eternity; Touching and Understanding, if only for the briefest of moments through Melodious, Magical Symphony.

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Discover the Music of our fellow Creatures

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photography found at: http://www.m.flikie.com

#DarkFey The Reviled #FREE for Limited Time! Grab your copy of the #AwardWinning #YA #Fantasy

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#DarkFey The Reviled is #FREE for a very Limited Time!
Grab your copy of the #AwardWinning #YA #Fantasy NOW!

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“For fantasy and fey fans, The Reviled has absolutely everything you could want in an epic fantasy adventure.” – 5 stars! Reviewed By K.C. Finn for Readers’ Favorite

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Where is Love? – #Meditations During #COVID-19

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Where is Love

Why all this darkness?
Why all this fear?
Why all the hateful rumours and unjustified Lies?
Why all the torment, ugliness, cruelty and loathing?

Why am I alone?
Why am I neglected?
Why am I lost in this sea of doubt and anxiety?
Why am I overwhelmed by sadness and despair?

Where is Love in All of this?
Where is Love in All this horror?
Where is Peace during war, strife, anger, resentment?
Where is Compassion in All the exploitation, disregard, and profiteering?

Love is inside Me,
Waiting to be shared.
Love is Within My own Heart,
Yearning to be freed.
Peace Rests upon My Shoulders,
Reaching outward
Compassion Lies in the Palm of My Hand,
Pleading to be given away.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Artwork found at: rassouli.com

I Am #Thankful- #Meditations during #COVID-19

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Blessings

We take so much for granted.  So many things that can easily disappear.  During these challenging days, I’m trying to remember to be Thankful for the seemingly little things…

For Family and Friends who Support and Love;
For Beloved Pets I’m always thinking of;
For Running water, Fresh and Clean;
For A Soft Pillow and Bed where I may Dream;
For Tranquil Sleep filled with Peace, not Fear;
For Knowing LOVE is Always Near;
For Work to do, though I may complain;
For Life that is (relatively) free from Pain;
For Abiding LOVE, though I Wander To and Fro;
For Challenges so I May Grow;
For the Hungry So I may Give,
Sharing My Blessings so Others May Live;
For Weariness So I may Rest,
For LOVE’s Presence, Where we are Blessed.

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Though these days may seem dark, remember that each one of us can be a Light and the Light of a single candle pushes back the darkness.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Quote and Photograph found at : http://www.favim.com

Awaken – #Thoughts for #Challenging Days

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Whether you are housebound or believe all of the concern over COVID-19 is a bunch of hooey, one thing seems undeniable:​ Our world-wide society is changing and will never be the same.​ ​
The measures being taken are staggering.​ Entire communities are closing down.​ Fear and recrimination are building walls.​ ​ People are hording and hiding like some sort of apocalypse is happening.​ ​
Perhaps it is.​ Is Pestilence riding?
I’ve heard it asked “How can God let these horrible things happen?”​ “If there really is a God, how can he be loving when all this suffering is going on?”​ ​
It’s in our human nature to want to lay blame.​ Someone or something has to be responsible for the things that happen.​ Everything can’t possibly be random.​ Can it?​ I don’t honestly know.​ No one honestly knows, not really, not with 100% absolute certainty.​ There is as much a chance that the universe is organized chaos as there is the possibility that it is under some form of intelligent control.​ ​
It doesn’t exactly matter.​ Whether the Universe lives and breaths arbitrarily or with Purpose, we can utilize what happens for either Good or Bad.​ Positively or negatively. We can turn trials and challenges into opportunities for change or we can allow them to make us pessimistic and angry.​ We can choose to extend kindness or we can turn our backs and grumble.​ ​
Why do plagues kill thousands?​ Why do dictators rise up and subjugate the weak?​ Why do children starve?​ Why are the innocent exploited and brutalized?​ Is it because God is unloving and cruel?
Or is it an opportunity for us?​ A chance to choose love instead of fear?​ A possibility for us to grow and learn to be kinder, more generous, less self-serving?​ ​
Is the Universe shaking us to try to waken us ….
…..from our apathy?​ ​
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~Morgan ~

#FriendsFriday- #author #blogger #photographer #poet #networking – Websites

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It’s Friday, Friends!  That means it’s the day we share and follow, explore and make new connections.  Please take a moment to share the link to your website, blog, or Amazon author pag .  Maybe you run a book review group, an author Facebook group ( I do!) or Twitter retweet group.

Today is the day we can share these opportunities with each other. Reach out,  give back.  Network.  Grow.

So to get the ball rolling,  here’s my Facebook Authors group info:   Awesome Books by Awesome Authors

https://www.facebook.com/AwesomeBooksandAuthors/

Fellow #Authors, #Writers, #Poets, I’ve created a page for YOU!!  This is a place where we can share our books! IF you would like to share your books on this page, there are a few RULES:

No Erotica, please

No books that are Violent, Dark Horror, or promote Hatred.

No Spamming. One Post per day

IF you Post, you must also SHARE at lease one other post on this page to your page. Support each other and Share the Love!

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Best Wishes!

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~Morgan ~

Creature of the Rustling Sea- #Romantic #Fantasy #poetry

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Sails

Trade my Heart for any Notion,
Rocking Amidst the Breathing Ocean.
Dreaming in the Midnight Hour,
Gentle Rain, Falling Shower.
Love and Passion upon the Breeze,
Life is too short, Not enough Ease.
Silence Drifting like the Soaring Gull,
Hear the waves against the Hull.
Starlight Glistens, a Guiding Light,
Truth and Serenity; Pallor of Night.
Upon this Shifting, Churning Tide,
A Breathless, Tantalizing, Lonely Ride.
Creature of the Rustling Sea,
Come and Share the Day with Me.
Walk with me Upon the Shore,
Hold my Hand and nothing More.
Until the Deep Beckons you Home,
I stand Alone ‘midst the Breakers Foam.

hunter

~Morgan~
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Beautiful original Merman artwork found at: http://www.cgtnt.com